Open
my soul, and pour the venom.

Only
mindless malevolence is my virtue.

My skin:
your shallow grave.

My lips:
the means to your untimely end.

I slaughter
your beauty, the more I fill my heart with your blood.

I am
madly insatiable.

Reckless
bones; coagulated pulsations.

Hold my hand,
and play the melody that is the rhythm of my sadness.

I
love
you,
though I dare not admit.

One day,
I shall curse you with shadow memories.

Nothing
more than simple glimpses of fate,

Of that
which could've been, shall be yours to bear.

Yes,
I
am
evil, and that which  unsound is my life's work.

Do not
forgive me, I wish not to be redeemed.